tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60565696678340774452018-03-05T23:52:12.581-08:00Kate Talks CoffeeKaitlin Hillennoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056569667834077445.post-12512600235261495492014-10-17T20:35:00.001-07:002014-10-17T20:35:09.312-07:00Then there's that.This is also assigned.<br />I made this random slideshow.<br />It's not exactly riveting.<br />But it served it's purpose.<br />Oh, did I mention I kinda like coffee?<br /><a href="https://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_1605681142"></span><span id="goog_1605681143"></span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="355" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//www.slideshare.net/slideshow/embed_code/40420483" style="border-width: 1px; border: 1px solid #CCC; margin-bottom: 5px; max-width: 100%;" width="425"> </iframe> <br /><div style="margin-bottom: 5px;"><strong> <a href="https://www.slideshare.net/kaitlinhillen/coffee-40420483" target="_blank" title="Coffee">Coffee</a> </strong> from <strong><a href="https://www.slideshare.net/kaitlinhillen" target="_blank">Kaitlin Hillen</a></strong> </div>Kaitlin Hillenhttps://plus.google.com/110798715419778792940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056569667834077445.post-89496724155012702162014-10-17T20:11:00.000-07:002014-10-17T20:11:12.646-07:00It's a must.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Remember how this whole blog thing is a scool assignment with a few things added for fun? Well here's another assignment post! Just a little test of embedded movies created by me.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I feel like these always end up being about my nieces. What can I say, they're adorable.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Also, they're currently visiting. You know what's awesome? A house with six kids under the age of six. Woah. (yes, we're drinking lots of coffee)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh! and this song! Vic Damone. I'm not sure how he didn't become more famous. He has a fabulously smooth voice. I'm a fan.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx-KwmYAvcUuIf_TAuOFP-Kv6V5tbmq4esVPx_dPQIkr7K4IZOZkD3CzA2Bc2YRHcxbPrSK_PPRMPtcq_fGhA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br />Kaitlin Hillenhttps://plus.google.com/110798715419778792940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056569667834077445.post-73499894792346300892014-09-28T14:02:00.002-07:002014-09-28T14:16:10.444-07:00Sunday Coffee Talk<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sundays are such peaceful days.&nbsp;</span><br /><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Except for riding the van with eleven children... and teaching the two and three year olds...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Okay well, Sunday afternoons are peaceful. Currently, I'm sitting on the couch with a cafe mocha listening to music. It's pretty perfect.&nbsp;</span><br /><br />I've been drinking Starbucks via drinks lately. (click <a href="http://www.starbucks.com/coffee/via" target="_blank">here</a> if you haven't been introduced to the world of via yet) I've tried the plain coffee before and it didn't blow my mind. Brewed is just so much better. Yesterday I tried the pumpkin spice latte and it was pretty stinking good.<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Side note. (on the side. clever, right?)</div><div style="text-align: right;">I told the kids on the bus today that I stinking love sour patch kids.</div><div style="text-align: right;">I was informed that I can only say that if they literally stink.</div><div style="text-align: right;">My bad, kids.</div><div style="text-align: left;">So anyway, the pumpkin spice latte via did not stink. But it was quite good.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The cafe mocha is just ohkay. I'm not a chocolate lover though. (I know, I know, blasphemy)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My song choice of the day is It Was Love by Abandon. I had actually never heard of this band until this song came on the radio a few weeks ago. I loved it right away.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The chorus says, "It wasn't nails that held You to the cross, it was love."&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">The love that Jesus had for us was enough that he was willing to suffer through torture and death on the cross. He bore our sin and shame on that cross. The nails did not hold Him there. His power goes so far beyond material restraints. When Peter tried to fight the soldiers, Jesus reminded him that He wasn't being forced but willingly going.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="versenum" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></span><br /><i> Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels?</i> (Matthew 26:53)<br /><br />At any time, He could have called those angels. But he didn't. Because He loves us.<br /><br />He didn't have to suffer and die. But he did, He bled and died a horrible death all for us. Because he loves us.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/wfyutFUdUEw?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Kaitlin Hillenhttps://plus.google.com/110798715419778792940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056569667834077445.post-68644084684198048312014-09-27T13:44:00.003-07:002014-09-27T13:44:59.994-07:00Fall Time FanciesI change my favorite season about four times a year.&nbsp;<div><div style="text-align: center;">Fall's the current favorite. (see how that works?)</div><div style="text-align: right;">I'm the same way with cities..foods...people. Depends on the day.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, fall, people! It's here. I just noticed today. I'm promise you, when I went to bed yesterday, all the leaves on the trees were green. Today they are gorgeous variations of red, orange, and yellow! It's so beautiful.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I hate to be that stereotypical person loving fall but can you help it?! Think about it. You have nature turning on it's charm with color and the absolute perfect not-too-hot-not-too-cold temperatures. You have apples, which we covered last week. (Update: those apples were de-licious.) The perfect evenings for fire, which is like the epitome of cozy, Minus the smoke and danger. You have the entrance of some of most comfortable clothing ever invented. Fall. It's where it's at. ("it" being pure joy) At least until Christmas comes. Which is in about two weeks.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then there is the food. So all the traditional goodness aside, two years ago I had this dessert that changed my life.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's called Snappledoodle.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">Alright so I made that name up.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's basically an apple crisp but instead of crust there is snickerdoodle cookies.</div><div style="text-align: left;">So you just make standard apple pie filling and top it with snickerdoodle cookie mix.</div><div style="text-align: left;">You will cry tears of joy,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">I mean, you would. If you had it. Which you should.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Besides, how fun is it to say Snappledoodle?</div>Kaitlin Hillenhttps://plus.google.com/110798715419778792940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056569667834077445.post-81563410267934191372014-09-21T11:26:00.002-07:002014-09-21T11:27:54.829-07:00Sunday Coffee TalkCoffee is not only a great accompaniment to music but to reading as well. If you read my little bio (or know me), you are aware that I am a Christian (one who serves Christ). &nbsp;He's the reason and source of my existence and I love Him with all of my heart. I seek to please Him through everything I do.<br /><div>So my coffee reading is the Bible. I would hope that you would all join me in making this your regular coffee companion. God's Word is our manual to life and His love letter to us.</div><div><br /></div><div>I will try to make it a weekly (at least) occurrence that I share a thought from the Bible. You can decide whether it goes with your coffee. I strongly suggest it. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>A passage of scripture that I have been drawing from in the last week is 1 John 2: 1&amp;2</div><div><br /></div><div><div><i>(1) My little children, these things write I unto you, that ye sin not. And if any man sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous: (2) And he is the propitiation for our sins: and not for ours only, but also for the sins of the whole world.</i></div></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I love this scripture because I so often fail my Father. I do sin. I mess up. I get angry with my family. I say things I shouldn't. I forget to pray. But Jesus is my advocate. He is my representative. He sees my heart of repentance and He takes my case before the Father. He took punishment for my sin and I am forgiven. His mercy is never ending. Even greater, this mercy is not just for me. It is for the <b>whole world. </b>It doesn't matter what a person has done, God loves them. God loves you. He wants fellowship with you. And He is waiting with mercy and forgiveness for you to turn to Him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/uc6-roDSpBo?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you, Jesus, that you are my advocate and the propitiation for my sins.</div>Kaitlin Hillenhttps://plus.google.com/110798715419778792940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056569667834077445.post-75774904781571311322014-09-20T17:13:00.001-07:002014-09-21T11:08:12.879-07:00So I kinda fail at the blog thing. Forgive me? (This is me talking to myself.)<br />In my defense (to myself), it was a busy week.<br />But.<br />It's Saturday night and I'm finally chilling with a coke and a laptop.<br /><div style="text-align: right;">I kinda feel like that's blasphemous since this is a coffee blog.</div><div style="text-align: left;">My day was filled with some of the best parts of September. It began with apple pickin.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: right;">Normally I'd be annoyed by the lack of "g" there but, seriously, you can't say "apple picking."</div><div style="text-align: right;">It doesn't flow.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, I went with my sister and her three oldest girls.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was a surprisingly warm fall day!</div><div style="text-align: left;">I haven't tried any of the apples yet but I have high hopes.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WD_2qcg_J3w/VB8TIvQHHdI/AAAAAAAAE2s/ecVs-KUrzjs/s1600/20140921_140235_980_08b98e08-c5b1-441f-82e8-49cb1489bd3b.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WD_2qcg_J3w/VB8TIvQHHdI/AAAAAAAAE2s/ecVs-KUrzjs/s1600/20140921_140235_980_08b98e08-c5b1-441f-82e8-49cb1489bd3b.png" height="200" width="111" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcZz5z5cTiQ/VB8TQ9pk1MI/AAAAAAAAE20/70m8Qc4AZkc/s1600/20140921_140310_494_ebe7ecab-f134-46fc-82cb-e791b9bdeefc.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcZz5z5cTiQ/VB8TQ9pk1MI/AAAAAAAAE20/70m8Qc4AZkc/s1600/20140921_140310_494_ebe7ecab-f134-46fc-82cb-e791b9bdeefc.png" height="200" width="111" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoFz40Mh-LQ/VB8TTtosZVI/AAAAAAAAE28/wDExtdcxTuE/s1600/20140921_140027_626_3c756ba3-d9e3-47c9-890d-b384318ec327.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoFz40Mh-LQ/VB8TTtosZVI/AAAAAAAAE28/wDExtdcxTuE/s1600/20140921_140027_626_3c756ba3-d9e3-47c9-890d-b384318ec327.png" height="200" width="111" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBt97cAwEHQ/VB4XqncLFLI/AAAAAAAAE2c/NcfUPhKNON0/s1600/20140920_110224-EFFECTS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBt97cAwEHQ/VB4XqncLFLI/AAAAAAAAE2c/NcfUPhKNON0/s1600/20140920_110224-EFFECTS.jpg" height="200" width="112" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />The other part of my day was spent at the annual <a href="http://www.porkfestival.org/" target="_blank">Preble County Pork Festival</a>!</div><div style="text-align: left;">We have gone every year since I was old enough to remember.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">We didn't do much but, we caught the most important part.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The pig butchering.</div><div style="text-align: left;">That's right. Cut that thang right up. It's a thrill.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Between that and sugar waffles, it was a good time.</div>Kaitlin Hillenhttps://plus.google.com/110798715419778792940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056569667834077445.post-69620013022392023832014-09-11T18:39:00.001-07:002014-09-11T18:39:35.913-07:00Life MottoNeed a new life motto? me and pinterest got you covered.<br />(<a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/187884615677891224/" target="_blank">link to pin</a>)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5B_BpNAgXI/VBJOh2ItkCI/AAAAAAAAE2I/qncLlZn6B2I/s1600/coffee%2Bsolves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5B_BpNAgXI/VBJOh2ItkCI/AAAAAAAAE2I/qncLlZn6B2I/s1600/coffee%2Bsolves.jpg" height="320" width="226" /></a></div>Kaitlin Hillenhttps://plus.google.com/110798715419778792940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056569667834077445.post-64803135308332140672014-09-11T18:31:00.000-07:002014-09-11T18:31:07.760-07:00Meant for Each OtherIf ever there were two things meant for each other, it is coffee and music. Specifically, jazz.<br /><div style="text-align: right;">It is for this reason, I bring you the first installment of coffee music.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It doesn't get better than Ella, ladies and gents.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/NjOoD94ucEQ?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Kaitlin Hillenhttps://plus.google.com/110798715419778792940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056569667834077445.post-53683643255756304212014-09-11T18:25:00.001-07:002014-09-11T18:25:30.132-07:00The Unexpected<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If I made a list of the ten things I never thought I'd do, blogging would be eight of them.</span><div><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The others would probably have something to do with extreme sports or going into the medical field. (because how gross is bodily fluid, seriously)</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Since I am required to create a blog for a college course, I may as well have a little fun while I'm at it. I entitled the blog, quite without contemplation, "Kate Talks Coffee." So let's.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Have you guys had coffee? It is kind of the best thing that's ever happened to me. I've been drinking it every morning since I was about fourteen. My daily choice is Starbucks Pike Place. I take cream in my coffee but for heaven's sake NO SUGAR. Nasty, I tell you.&nbsp;</span></div><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />I anticipate much more in depth coffee conversations. But for now, consider the following quote: Coffee is a hug in a mug. ~Author Unknown.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I think I need a hug....</div></span>Kaitlin Hillenhttps://plus.google.com/110798715419778792940noreply@blogger.com0